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// putting other thl muses over on styxisms . But I am adding V'ehxness here tee-hee

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I need to make a cute promo later, but for now LIKE & REBLOG if you are interested in interacting with Takumi Sumino from The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy. Crossover friendly with verses to be added very soon! Mutuals only. Writer is 25+. Feel free to reblog and share around!

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I need to make a cute promo later, but for now LIKE & REBLOG if you are interested in interacting with Takumi Sumino from The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy. Crossover friendly with verses to be added very soon! Mutuals only. Writer is 25+. Feel free to reblog and share around!

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hi. fuck ice. here is how you can help families affected by unlawful deportation

edit: and FUCK LAPD. here is how you can help bail out protestors who are in the trenches, facing mass arrests and putting their bodies on the line.

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[ persona 3 ] guess who’s almost done playing p3r :’) (totally didn’t play p3p multiple times and totally don’t know how this ends 🥲)

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

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@caramialunaestelle / x

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"Oh. Good morning." Shuichi knew it wasn't exactly safe to be out on his own outside of his room at night... But he couldn't sleep. Eventually he decided he would risk it to get some fresh air. There was a measure of anxiety gripping him. He wanted to believe no one here would kill him, but he had become far to cynical to truly believe that. Seeing Maki did make him nervous but... He more or less trusted her. Kaito trusted her too. Which was enough for him to put some faith in her. "Why are you up this early, Harukawa-san?"

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Children of Zaun had to grow up fast. They didn't get to bask in innocence the way the kids topside did. Survival was a fight. It wasn't easy to claw your way out of that mindset even into adulthood. Parents tried to shield them, sure. But how many orphans were there in the Lanes? Vi, Powder, himself... Most of the Firelights had lost their loved ones a long time ago.

He shrugged off her compliments. It wasn't as if he didn't see himself as someone tough. He did. It was more... Awkward when someone you looked up to sang your praises. Even if he didn't always agree with Vi, her putting on that uniform still left a bad taste in his mouth, he still cared about her. She had been like a big sister to all of them. He spent years thinking she was dead. He was happy she was still in his life. If only Jinx was here too.

"She told me a lot." They had a pretty big heart-to-heart. He told her about the other timeline. Of course, the z-drive had Powder written all over it in terms of its aesthetic. She was too smart to not see it. She told him about her life with Silco and after. About the commune and Isha. About Vi's refusal to give up on her. Jinx had always been emotional, even when she was Powder. He spent a lot of time hating her and blaming her. And it seemed like she had spent the same amount of time blaming herself and hating herself too. He only wished they could have fought for Zaun together. "About how she felt and the things that happened. It was... Well, you were there for some of it."

He looked up at Vi. He pretended not to see the tears threatening to spill out. Ekko hadn't cried about it much. He hadn't let himself. He sure as hell wasn't going to do it in front of Vi. Not when she needed him to be strong. How many times did she put on a brave face for them back when they were kids? It was the least he could do for her now.

"She didn't give up then though." It only took a couple of rewinds, which he didn't mention. "She fought and helped protect our cities." A pause. "She loved you, Vi." His voice shook. He spent so much of his life missing Powder. He had hoped it would be different but...

( @pltfighter. )

Vi only fell in love once, and it was much faster than she anticipated. Faster and deeper than she could have realized. But so much of what she had done in her short life had always been motivated by love. She was a protector, no doubt partially influenced by Vander. But what happened when most of the people she tried to protect were gone? There were so few left. Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Loris, her parents... Powder. All she had left was Caitlyn and Ekko. Those seven years in prison, locked away from the light, had stolen any other connections she had. There were familiar faces, but the only one that seemed especially friendly was Jericho. And wearing that uniform the one time hadn't done any favors for her with anyone else who even knew her tangentially. And she hardly knew anyone in Piltover, wasn't sure she wanted to know many of them and the feeling was probably mutual.

What a lonely life it was.

She seemed different when she showed up and pulled her out of that prison she called a home between pit fights, she seemed different when she was in that cell, she seemed different when she came rolling back in, making as grand an entrance as ever. Who would she have become with more time to be who she was turning into? How unfair that neither of them would ever know. Turning things around, just to die in the end.

What a lonely life it was, indeed.

"You and me both." She grumbled. That man had ruined everything. Awful, terrible man. Things still weren't better, and if she were being realistic, they wouldn't be for some time. Steps were being taken to heal the divide between the two cities, but the damage done was immense. Trust was lacking. Her heart ached, a terrible feeling as if the damn thing was just too big for her chest. Maybe it always had been.

She still couldn't get over how much he had grown up in those seven years that she was gone. And even now, he seemed even older than that. What a mess, they were all forced to grow up far sooner than they should have. Life in the Lanes, she supposed.

"Don't downplay it, Ekko. You did what no one else could. Do you think Viktor would have stopped with Piltover and Zaun?" There was a gap in her memory; she had been fighting what used to be Vander, and then it felt like time stopped. And then she was falling, and the metal beam came up to painfully meet her arm. And somehow in that gap of time, they had won. The impossible became possible. "Jayce said we weren't supposed to win that battle, and then you showed up."

She said nothing, simply staring at him, grey eyes wide and desperately trying to hold back the sting of tears she could feel threatening her. How could she not blame herself? She went to free her, and then Jinx locked her in that cell and—"Why? She had another chance at life. I don't... Cait let her go, she could have just left. We talked about exploring the rest of Runeterra..." She tightened her fist, silvered scars growing whiter from the pressure. "And now she's gone. Just like that."

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indie and selective takumi sumino of the hundred line: last defense academy.

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// My blog is not set up at all yet but I made a Takumi if anyone is interested.

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WHAT CYCLE DO YOU KEEP REPEATING?

overcommitment

You say yes when you’re tired. You offer help before you ask if you want to. You take on more than you can carry, then beat yourself up when you inevitably drop something. You run on empty like it's a badge of honor. Your worth got wrapped around your usefulness. Praise became fuel. You started believing that being burnt out just meant you were doing enough. But beneath all your efforts is a quiet fear: if you stopped being productive, would anyone still need you? Would anyone stay?

Tagged by: @epitomees

Tagging: if you see this do it and tag me

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PT 1/2

Belt bras??. Bet

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// My blog is not set up at all yet but I made a Takumi if anyone is interested.

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// My blog is not set up at all yet but I made a Takumi if anyone is interested.

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chat is this anything

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